Chance The Rapper Big B's Lyrics

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, f*cks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, f*ck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma f*ck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
f*ck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
f*ck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh